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“You okay back there, sunshine?”

“Shut up before I gag you.”

His shoulders shake with silent laughter.

I spit in my palm, wrap it around his dick, and squeeze, stroking him slowly. His laughter cuts off abruptly, and he moans. He’s rock hard in my hand, leaking precum over my knuckles, desperate for release.

I keep hold of him with one hand and use the other to find the plug with my fingers. I play with it, twisting and pushing on it, and he writhes between me and the wall, rubbing his back and ass against my front. I playfully smack his ass cheek, and he whimpers, arching his back and sticking his ass out even more.

“You want my mouth?”

He nods eagerly. I drop to my knees. Spreading his cheeks with my thumbs, I lick around the base of the plug, feeling the vibration on my tongue. Needing to taste him, I carefully remove the toy and push my tongue inside him, just as I imagined doing at the bar earlier. He moans even louder, widening his stance and pushing up onto his tiptoes.

“Can I move?” he asks.

I nod, and he pushes his ass back into my face, keeping his hands on the wall. Rolling his hips, he moves back and forth, fucking my tongue. I hold his hips as he rides it, letting him set his own pace.

“It’s not enough,” he gasps. “I want your dick inside me.”

I smile but don’t say anything.

“Please.”

“No,” I say, wiping my face with my forearm. “On your knees. Bend over. Ass in the air.”

He frowns at me over his shoulder, then lowers himself to the tiled floor and gets into position. I scoot back on my knees to make room for him, my hand on his lower back, pressing him down as I pull my dick out and give myself a few strokes. I’m already on the edge, so it doesn’t take me long to get there.Pressing the tip of my cock to his hole, I come on him, watching with satisfaction as it drips down the crack of his ass to his balls.

He whines as I slide the plug back inside him. “You asshole,” he grumbles.

Grabbing his shoulder, I force him upright and press my chest to his back, reaching around him to pull his jeans back into place. “Back to work, baby. We’ll finish this at home.”

“Please,” he begs, arching into me. “I can’t go out there like this. I need to come.”

I hum, trailing a finger down his spine. “I thought exhibitionism wasn’t your kink.”

“I don’t care about that.You’remy kink.”

Smirking, I wrap my hand around his throat and press my lips to his cheek. “You made me wait three and half years for you. You can wait a few more hours for me.”

CHAPTER 26

ADAM

The bastard wouldn’t give me the remote back. He’s been torturing me with the plug all night, increasing the speed, turning it off, and then turning it on again ten seconds later. I don’t know how I’ve managed not to come in my jeans.

I could go to the bathroom and remove the plug, but that would be cheating. I asked for this, after all. I handed him the remote knowing he’d use it to make me suffer. I’m not backing out now. Not when I’mthisclose to the finish line.

As if he can sense my train of thought, he cocks his head at me, his hand in his pocket. The toy in my ass starts vibrating even faster, and I squeeze my legs together, clamping my lips shut to stop myself from moaning. My dick is painfully hard, tucked up beneath my waistband and hidden under the hem of his T-shirt. Every time I move, I can feel his cum between my ass cheeks and the insides of my thighs.

“You okay, cutie?” Megan asks, side-eyeing me.

I hum, not looking at her.

“Are you sure you’re not sick?”

“Nope. Not sick.”

“You better not be lying. Because if I catch it, I’m coming for your ass.”